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[tokilltherose]

Steve was not happy. Annie had said it best when she'd called it a bad house.

Steve was watching the deal fall through.

He was looking at photos that he, himself had taken. And he didn't like what he saw. Namely, Joyce in one of the windows.

"God."

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[winterladym]

"Interesting pictures."

The girl is peering over his shoulder, her natty dreads barely brushing his shoulder.

"Beautiful house."

[tokilltherose]

"Uh. Hi," said Steve, looking over his shoulder at her - he wasn't really that surprised that someone had gotten so close without him knowing, though he was a little taken aback.

[winterladym]

Golden feline eyes smile right back at him. There is something, very, very cold about her eyes, no matter how warmly she smiles.

"What is it?"

[tokilltherose]

"It's, uh... It's my ancestral home, kind of. It's mine, but I wish it wasn't." Then, after a pause, he said, "My name's Steve." She'd only decided to perch on his shoulder, it seemed. He may as well introduce them.